I think you are alone
I think you are alone, in space and time is short. Young, I never heard of "solitary" is the word, but do not know its meaning, when you can understand the word, know what loneliness is really true. I think you are lonely, in proper age missing people who don‘t want to miss. I think you are lonely, muddy path in the Park, bustling crowds, lonely sadness doesn‘t only belong to one person. At this moment, even I think you, is lonely. Teenage years are stubborn to grow up, grew up on everything, can do what he pleases, even against doing things not to do. But when the faces slowly changing, perhaps even not clear traces on his face. More grow up more sad, more unhappy than the adolescent years, is found in today‘s life, more and more are against. Contrast, is more straightforward when he was young and, in line with the heart. Often heard sister complain about life, whether it‘s people both inside and outside the siege, told me to be realistic, don‘t wait for that elusive love, garage is now love. I could not answer. I think a lifestyle choice is to choose the meaning of life, what is the correct answer to the meaning of life, who can say, and no one, but is their own choice. I like to see Slavic Milosz‘s poem, often read filled with moving, for the meaning of life, just lightly, not everyone has such a high degree. In the early hours of field work, looked up and could see the blue sky and the white sails of the sea, do not envy others, for this world everything he wants to occupy. I think that such a life that he‘s happy, but he cannot escape from loneliness. Shen Cong-Wen in the border town said such a word in the inｓｃｒｉｐｔion "one remembered so much unfortunately, know too much and unfortunately, experience has, unfortunately, too many things. "After seeing Tracy love, I am confused, I think the experience of a person, or to remember to know something good, otherwise the rest is not so bleak. Now it seems that is not confused, sad lonely way to Miss someone is really unfortunate. I knew love hard, why to love so much. I think I‘m lonely, shouting after the victory moments I thought I was alone, in the twilight in the far lane; I thought I was alone, day and night, land and streams, are so lonely.